CHAPTER III.
MY AUNT REBECCA.
Mrs.Moncton welcomed the poor orphan with kindness.

She was a little, meek-looking woman; with a sweet voice, and a very pale face.

She might have been pretty when young, but my boyish impression was that she was very plain.

By the side of her tall, stern partner, she looked the most delicate, diminutive creature in the world; and her gentle, timid manner made the contrast appear greater than it really was.
"God bless you! my poor child," said she, lifting me up in her arms and wiping the tears from my face.

"You are young, indeed, to be left an orphan." I clasped her neck and sobbed aloud.